A/N: This is the second chapter of my first hp fic. It's shorter than the last chapter, but aw well. Hope you like it, and plz r&r!

Chapter 2: Quidditch

            The sun shone brightly on the quidditch field as the Slytherin team zoomed across it on their brooms. The Gryffindors hollered their 'boos', clearly showing their passionate hate of the Slytherins. Toby sat in a back corner of the Gryffindor stands by herself. She stayed quiet for the Slytherins, but jumped to her feet when the Gryffindors flew out over the field. They were obviously lead by Oliver, seeing as he was the captain. As they flew past the Gryffindor stands, Oliver quickly scanned the crowd for Toby. There she is! He thought happily as he spotted her. He smiled and gave her a wave and she returned them both.

            He saw me! She thought giddily. Why am I getting so excited? So he saw me, so what? Oh! There's Madame Hooch! The teams hovered in a giant circle above the quidditch field as Madame Hooch walked out and tossed the quaffle high into the air. The game began. Gryffindor had an early lead and it wasn't looking too good for Slytherin. The quaffle flew towards the Gryffindor goal posts and everyone was on their feet. Even Toby. Oliver flew up just in time to hit the quaffle with the end of his broom, sending it back into play. Everyone cheered. Oliver raised an eyebrow and smiled mockingly at Marcus Flint, who was none too pleased. He grabbed the club from one of the Slytherin beaters who was hovering beside him, and hit the nearest bludger that came flying past. It bolted towards Oliver, and hit him in the stomach, knocking him off his broom and sending him plummeting towards the sand below. He landed on his stomach, unconscious. Toby covered her mouth with her hands in horror. Was he okay? Was anything broken? Was he even alive?! Nonsense! Of course he's alive you numbskull! It was only a bludger, but he could still be hurt. The game continued, with Angelina Johnson also sailing towards the ground.

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            Oliver struggled to his feet as he clutched his stomach. He had been unconscious for a few moments, also with the wind knocked out of him. His breathing was back to normal, but his head was pounding. He looked up and saw the Slytherin players knocking around the Gryffindor players like dolls. The Gryffindors' 'boos' were getting louder and this only angered Flint more. Don't do anything stupid, Flint. Thought Oliver as he saw Flint hovering in the center of the game, staring menacingly at the Gryffindor stands. He grabbed a Slytherin beater's club again and looked around him. Oliver's eyes widened. Oh, God, don't do it Flint…it's just a bloody game! He thought, worriedly. He knew what Flint was thinking and what he was looking for. And he found it. Flint swung the club as hard as he could at the bludger that was about to fly by. Oliver watched helplessly as it flew towards the Gryffindor stands. The Gryffindors screamed, but one scream in particular caught Oliver's attention.

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            As Gryffindor booed Slytherin, Marcus Flint hovered angrily, staring daggers at all of them. Toby watched him as Hermione walked over and sat beside her. She had sat back down after Oliver had fallen. " You really do like sitting alone, don't you?" smiled Hermione. Toby returned the kind smile.

            " Not really my choice."

            " Of course it is! Why don't you come sit with us?" asked Hermione. She pointed to the very front of the stands, where Ron was standing watching the game excitedly, also throwing in his fair share of 'boos.'

            " Alright! Let's go!" said Toby happily. No one had ever asked her to sit with them before. But just as the two of them stood up, Marcus Flint sent a bludger hurling in their direction. Both girls screamed and sat down quickly, covering their heads with their arms and ducking the bludger. It missed both of them and hit the back of the stands, directly behind Toby. The part of the bench Toby was sitting on also got hit, and started to break, causing her to topple backwards. She screamed as she fell out of the stands.

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            Oliver quickly picked up his broom and mounted it. He took off towards the Gryffindor stands. He knew who the scream had come from. Toby. He didn't know how he knew, he just knew it. Almost like a gut-instinct, but not really. He flew over the stands and saw Hermione beside the spot where the bludger had hit. She looked up at him. Why else would he be here? She thought.

" Oliver! You have to help her!" She cried. She pointed frantically over the edge and Oliver nodded. He flew over her head and dipped down behind the stands. Toby was hanging on to part of the bleachers that hadn't fallen off…yet. It was coming loose, and she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. She saw Oliver.

            Oliver? She thought. Why is he here? The wood cracked, and Toby gave a short cry.

" Oliver!" She yelled. What else was she supposed to do?

            " Hang on!" He answered. He swooped down underneath her. " Let go of the wood." He instructed. Toby was afraid, he could tell. " Trust me." He said in a softer tone. She nodded and closed her eyes. She held her breath as she let go of the wood just as it broke off. Oliver caught her in his arms and carefully set her on the broom in front of him. He flew down to the grass and let her climb off before he dismounted. He quickly dropped his broom and stood beside her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and nearly gasped. For anyone to say that she was shaking like a leaf would be an understatement. She was breathing heavily and had a hand on her chest. " Are you alright?" asked Oliver softly, but worriedly. She looked up at him and the look on her face could have made someone want to cry. Her mouth was open slightly and her bottom lip was quivering. She had tears in her eyes, and one broke free, sending itself cascading down her pale cheek. She had been terrified that she would be seriously injured. Oliver had been terrified that she would be seriously injured. " Are you all right?" He asked again, softer. She looked deep into his eyes and slowly nodded. She swallowed hard as she tried to speak.

            " Th-th…" She took a deep breath. " Th…th…" Oliver knew she was trying to say 'thank you.' He suddenly started wondering something. She hadn't been physically hurt, from what he could tell, and it wasn't a long drop from the bleacher to his broom. Why was she so terrified? He had caught her hadn't he? He figured it must have been more traumatic from her point of view. She was the one who fell, not him. Satisfied with this thought, he began rubbing his hands up and down her arms to try and calm her.

            " It's alright. You're safe now. Don't worry about it. Everything will be fine. Hey?" He lifted her chin with his finger. " You do remember what I told you, right?" She searched his face. He smiled. " Anytime." He said quietly. Toby did her little half smile and Oliver pulled her into a hug. She cuddled into his chest. Oliver held her and a thought popped into his head.

            What if this is more than a crush?

            When Toby was certain he couldn't see her face, she stopped smiling and closed her eyes as the tears ran freely. I can't have a crush on Oliver. I think it may be starting to become more than that. It can't. If Oliver ever really liked me in return… Oh, God, if he only knew. But he can't. Ever. If anything were to happen, I don't want to drag him down with me. He deserves life…